Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"The purpose of our trip has been achieved, and now we will leave it to the royal family."

Zhang Wenlong was the first to speak to break the silence, then turned around and saluted the six people present. When several people saw this, they immediately returned the salute.

Then the seven people turned into streams of light and flew to their respective camps of princes, and Zhang Wenlong flew back to the camp of Daliang Kingdom.

Yingtian learned the result of the battle on the observatory. The moment the purple dragon was defeated by the sword light, he learned the result of the battle, so he had people prepare a banquet and waited. The return of Zhang Wenlong.

Two rays of light flashed, one falling from the sky, and the other coming leisurely from a distance.

"Ci Baijiang, Mr. Zhang, congratulations on returning victorious. In this battle, Mr. Zhang has fully demonstrated the prestige of our country. It is a joy to congratulate you."

As soon as Zhang Wenlong's figure appeared outside the camp, Yingtian greeted him with a warm smile on his face.

"His Royal Highness, you are ridiculous. If little friend Ci hadn't borrowed the sword in time, we might not have been able to defeat Hou Yuan."

Zhang Wenlong turned his head to look at Ci Song, and presented the Shuihan Sword in his hands,

"This sword still needs to be returned to its original owner."

Seeing this, Ci Song reached out to take the Shuihan Sword and put it back into his disciple's jade pendant.

"Yes, I have seen the merits of hundreds of generals in Ci, but if Mr. Zhang hadn't been a master of cultivation, even with the saint's treasure, he wouldn't have been able to defeat Hou Yuan.

Yingtian said, leading Zhang Wenlong and Ci Song to the camp.

"I have prepared a banquet to celebrate the two of you and the scholars accompanying you." At the banquet, there were all kinds of fine wines and delicacies. Yingtian sat on the main seat, his eyes wandering on Zhang Wenlong and Ci Song, and then raised his eyebrows A toast to Zhang Wenlong and Ci Song.

"Mr. Zhang, Cibaijiang, you two are indispensable for this battle. When my son returns to Daliang, he will truthfully report the details of this battle to the king and ask for credit for you."

Yingtian's words were full of sincerity and gratitude. He knew that Zhang Wenlong and Ci Song played a key role in defeating Hou Yuan this time.

"Your Majesty, there are no more literary and powerful men in the city. I have a hidden illness and it is inconvenient for me to continue participating in the war. Therefore, I beg your Highness, please allow me to return to Daliang Kingdom."

Zhang Wenlong coughed twice, and blood slid down the corners of his mouth, staining his beard red.

His face was pale, and his eyes showed a hint of exhaustion and weakness. Obviously, although he finally won the battle with Hou Yuan, he also paid a heavy price.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you..."

When Ying Tian saw this, he had a look of surprise and worry on his face. He did not expect that Zhang Wenlong would request to return to Daliang at this moment, nor did he expect that Zhang Wenlong would be injured.

"His Royal Highness, there is no need to worry. The old man is just a recurrence of his old illness, and there is nothing serious. It's just that he is old and has hidden illnesses, so it is really not suitable for him to continue participating in the war."

Zhang Wenlong shook his head gently, indicating that Yingtian didn't need to worry. Although his words were calm, there was a hint of loneliness in his tone.

"But......"

Yingtian wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Zhang Wenlong with a wave of his hand.

"Your Highness, the next secret realm of the Great Zhou Dynasty is only allowed for young talents under the age of thirty. There is no use for those of us staying here. Instead of wasting the military's medical power here, it is better to return to Daliang Kingdom. Take good care of yourself.”

Zhang Wenlong's words made Yingtian unable to refute.

"In that case, Mr. Zhang should go back to recover from his injuries. When I return to Daliang Kingdom, I will definitely visit Mr. Zhang in person."

Yingtian stood up and bowed deeply to Zhang Wenlong. Zhang Wenlong has indeed paid too much for Daliang this time, and he must give the other party enough respect and gratitude.

"Your Highness, you are welcome. I will take my leave first."

Zhang Wenlong also stood up and bowed his hands to Ying Tian, ​​then he bowed his hands to Ci Song, and then turned and left the banquet.

"Send it to Mr. Zhang."

All the scholars present stood up to salute him and bid farewell to Zhang Wenlong.

After Zhang Wenlong left the banquet, the atmosphere in the camp seemed to become a little heavy. Ci Song sat quietly on the table, his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.

It was now a celebration banquet, and Yingtian certainly didn’t want the place to get cold. He picked up his wine glass, looked at all the literati present, and said, “After this trip to the Great Zhou Dynasty, anyone who intends to join the court as an official or be loyal to the royal family, please I will definitely not treat you badly if I receive an official title for my merits."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the literati present showed excitement. They all know that this is a rare opportunity, an opportunity that can allow them to rise to the top and realize their ambitions, and they are all here for this.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Everyone thanked him in unison and drank from their glasses. After three drinks, Yingtian turned his attention to Ci Song again.

"Ci Baijiang, this time you borrowed the sword for merit, and I will remember it in my heart. When I return to Daliang Kingdom, I will ask for your merit alone."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is ridiculous. Ci Song is just doing his part."

Ci Song smiled lightly and raised his glass to toast Yingtian, but his glass was still filled with tea.

"There is no need to be modest, general Ci Bai. Your strength and talent are all seen by this prince. Moreover, today's victory in the first battle of the Seven Kingdoms, why don't you compose a poem?"

As soon as Yingtian's proposal came out, the atmosphere in the camp suddenly became heated. The eyes of all the literati present were focused on Ci Song. They all wanted to see what the rumored Ci Song was like with his extraordinary talent in writing poems. Poetry.

Ci Song was slightly stunned. He did not expect Ying Tian to suddenly make such a request. But then, he nodded and agreed with a smile.

"Your Highness, the prince is so kind. Since your Highness has ordered me to do so, Ci Song will perform my duties."

Ci Song stood up, walked to the open space in the center of the tent, and then recited a poem.

"Black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the city is about to collapse. The armor shines towards the sun and the golden scales open."

"The horn sounds in the autumn sky, and the rouge on the frontier is purple at night."

"The half-rolled red flag is facing the Yishui River, and the frost is heavy and the drums are cold."

"Report your intention on the golden platform, and support the Jade Dragon to die for you!"

Ci Song's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present. His poems were full of the cruelty and tragic grandeur of war, making people feel as if they were in the battlefield filled with smoke and felt the contest between life and death.

As Ci Song recited, the atmosphere in the tent became more and more solemn. A solemn look appeared on everyone’s face. They seemed to see the magnificent scene of dark clouds pressing down on the city and armor shining towards the sun, and heard the sound of horns filling the sky and the sad sound of fighting on the battlefield.

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